We've been running for a few minutes now and Tim was still holding my hand. Not that I was complaining, but still. The whole time we didn't say word to each other and just ran on in silence. Suddenly we came to a stop in front of a pair of large doors and upon opening them we entered a large room, it looked more like some kind of concert hall than a room to be honest.
This room had the ceiling and the walls covered in mirrors and the floor was made together of fluorescent pink tiles. We walked in further into the room and that was when I asked myself how many more horrible things will I have to see in this house of horror.
For there in front of us stood three surgery operating tables, each one had a girl lying on top of them. The girls were once again all dressed in black, except this time, they weren't covered with colorful blankets. However, right now I wished they were. All three girls had their eyes closed, their bodies had a y cut shape on them and they all looked as if somebody cut them open and then stitched them back up expertly. Next to the girls stood a coller and even without looking in, I knew what I would find if I were to open the cooler.
The last few months there had been a lot of talk on the TV and the internet about the black market organ selling. There were people, I guess Eztli was one of them, who killed people, took their organs and then sold them for sky high prices on the black market. The government and the police have tried to stop them multiple times, but it was always to no use, there were just too many of them. Some worked together, some worked lone and the ones that worked together never wanted to betray their partners and tell the police their names or hideouts.
Tim took some more photos and then we ran on down the hall to look for another exit, even though the corridors seemed endless we were both determined to get out of there.
The next place we came to was once obviously a cavern but was now turned into some kind of an Aztec temple. How much more crazier could Eztli and this whole thing even get?
The temple was decorated with lots of candles and on the walls hang photos of people mid-torture. I couldn't even look at them because it sent literal chills down my spine. There were also some really weird sounds echoing around the place. I know it sounds weird, but it really sounded as if though people were being tortured. The temple was quite big as well. It was 15 metres long, 8 metres wide and 10 meters high. The floors, walls and the ceiling were all stone, not colored, they just remained in their natural color. On the opposite side of the door, on the far end of the temple stood a pretty big altar, and there were also a few statues of eagles situated at the sides of the room. I remember that I read somewhere that in the Aztec colture eagles signs or statues represented sun and warriors and that serpents represented fire or water. As I looked around, I could see a few stone serpents curling around the main altar. I guess in this case the eagles represented warriors and the serpents represented fire.
I had no idea for how long Eztli would remain knocked out, so we had to hurry. As we were searching for another exit out of the temple we heard steps nearing it. Tim and I quickly ran behind the eagle statue and speak of the devil, Eztli himself walked through the doors. I had no idea how he managed to wake up so quickly or get here so soon after us, he probably had some secret passages or something and not only that but he also changed. Right now he was wearing an Aztec mask. The mask was quite scary to be honest. Where one would have a face, laid a design that was half skull half an imitation of a face in pain, while the skull half looked as if though it was grinning. In the place of ears there were two camouflage green earing-like circles. Out of the circles ran two wavy lines of the same colors along the side of the face that connected at the top of the head and the ends were colored gold. on the forehead there was a brown line that ran down next to the green lines except this one ran from the top to the bottom of the face and this one was straight, not wavy. Above it was a small gold symbol of what looked like a jaguar. In the place of hair ran two wide stripes that looked as if though they were representing hair. They were split into smaller sections, each one colored differently. On the top the 'hair' was colored blue, then as it went down to the bottom the colors changed. First it was a white-pink like color, then it was green, red and it ended with a darker, almost black brown. The mask what was called a death mask, or at least that's what I read in a scientific magazine.
Eztli was wearing the traditional Aztec ceremonial outfit, used for sacrifices. Which meant he had on a skirt, woven from beads and some animal skin and other textures, didn't have a shirt on and was wearing sandals and a beaded wide necklace.
What truly terrified me however, was when I saw what he was dragging on the floor behind him. There, wrapped in rusted chains, laid a girl, but she seemed kind of out of it. I assumed Eztli poisoned her with morphine to keep her silent and knocked out.
The girl had short choppy blond hair and seemed pretty young as well. Not that Tim and I weren't young, we were both only 16 after all, but the girl seemed even younger. As if though she was around 13 or 14 years old. She was dressed in black shorts, a grey t-shirt, white shoes and had black snapback on. Eztli put her on the altar and then took out a 6 inch long bowie knife. It had a wooden handle and a carbon steel blade which was double-edged.
He then slowly neared the knife towards the girls neck and cut down painfully slow. Even from where Tim and I were sitting, we could see little droplets of blood dripping down the girls neck. Then he cut again and blood began to flow much faster. I turned my head towards Tim, because I just couldn't watch that anymore and he silently pulled me into an one-armed hug.
As the torturous sounds were playing all around us and I could see the blood and the girl every time I closed my eyes, I suddenly remembered something that happened to me a few years ago.
I was walking out of school, it was winter at the time, so the roads were covered in snow and ice. Then I heard somebody calling me. 'Hey Juliet! Where's your Romeo?'. I rolled my eyes, I was so tired of this jokes. Then I turned around and looked at the person that had spoken. It was Max Daniels, the most popular guy at school. People either loved or hated him. Guess which I was on! Yeah, I hated that guy. He always bullied people and made fun of everyone that didn't respect him. Around him stood a group of giggling girls-his fanclub if you will-and two of his best friends, John and Jack, his bodyguards, if you ask me. 'The only thing you know how to do is stand on a plank with wheels and drag black clothes on yourself. You look like a guy that dares nothing and is scared of everything. And I really doubt that that kind of a guy even exists!'. Ok, he was siriously pissing me off. 'Just shut up and get out of here would you?' I yelled at him. I saw him smirk at his two bodyguards and they stepped forward, grabbed my arms and slammed me on the floor so my head hit the hard ice underneath it. I could feel warm liquid under my head and I already knew that it was blood without even looking at it. They balled up snow and stuffed it into my jacket and shoes and I felt as if though ice was covering my whole body. But that still wasn't enough for them. Max pulled out a knife and cut through my black jeans right above my calves and then cut into my skin. He then grabbed some ice and stuck it down on the wound. It hurt like hell but I didn't scream because I knew if I did they'd just tease me even more. No, I raised my leg, even though it hurt a lot and kicked him straight in the nose. He was thrown back on the pavement and I ran back towards the school to get to safety. The very next day they expelled Max and his gang and I finally had at least a little bit of peace.
The memory of blood brought me back to the present and I wished it didn't when I saw the scene in front of me. Blood was still dripping down the poor girl's neck and Eztli was dancing around the girl, his hands soaked with her blood. I was fighting with the idea to scream out loud when Tim did something unbelievable . He grabbed a nearby candlestick and threw it at Eztli. It him him in the nape and he was knocked out cold. We quickly ran towards him and after Tim took photos of everything we tied Eztli up. Not knowing what to do with the girl we covered her with a blanket we find behind the altar and then ran out of the door on the opposite side of the temple.
We came face to face with another door, decorated with stars, fire flames and pictures of Aztec masks.
We carefully opened the door and walked into another nightmare.